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I’m somewhere, I think with Carlos and Kestlie. I think we’re in a large building. It seems to have a largely wooden interior and long, labyrinthine hallways. It also feels like we’re in a movie or game? I know how it’ll end but don’t tell them, because it’s their first time. We walk through the hallways and end up in a room. The doors are then shut and a fire is ignited, as if a furnace, which is how this ends. Though I know how it ends, this momentarily shocks me.

I am with an unfamiliar tattoo artist and about to get a tattoo of a seahorse on my left arm. The guy is middle aged or younger, shorter, and stocky, I think with a short grey beard/stubble. He’s casual and easy-going. This shop seems smaller, and we’re the only ones in it. We talk about the tattoo, and I ask if I can sketch it out. He passes over a piece of paper that already has a few drawings, in squared off areas, on it. I start sketching on the bottom right, recalling the shape and features as I go. I think it’s turning out pretty well. We’re now looking at where it’ll go on my arm, right on my trice, the only remaining space between quite a few color tattoos that are already there.

I’m in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesn’t seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until it’s cleared out and get up to use one. Now I’m back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. It’s already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think I’m really going to.

I’m going somewhere with Melissa, and I think her dad, to get a massage. We enter this building, a large and empty rectangle. There are quite a few people, all off to the right and in salon chairs. I think the floor is tile, but I notice that the entirety of it is covered in a few inches of water. It feels like salt water and is pleasantly warm. We continue walking straight back and I start sliding/gliding through the water. There is the sense that they don’t want me to do this, but I can’t help it. Now I’m sitting with Melissa in what seems like the far corner. A massage is never actually involved. I think we are in the water, but she is also under a blanket. She lifts it, revealing herself to be naked from the waist down. I want to touch her but I don’t think she lets me.